sleep.
My head is buzzing with words, I am trying my best
to ignore
I woke up with a missing toe.
Good heavens where did I go.
Last night must have been one sleepwalkers’ dream.
Where is the common pleasant feeling you have
just before you go to sleep
Looking forward to another day
Filled with old women vying for music and chairs
Big nailed, no toothed
A tall glass of warm moo juice
And you sleep
When there are no interruptions you know
You will live
And if life is hard then know that hard is good
And if you are the RockandRolla
Then go
Be the real RockandRolla.
give me a word, i will give you a poem
Daydream delusion
Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Launched in life
Like branches in the river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?
From the movie, Before Sunrise...
:(
And there is no excuse for not talking to your friends
They are not dead are they.
But despite all that,
Could I have a memory?
Let’s say there can be romance too when it rains and you are all alone in the street with just a flaming hope inside.
Can we write this first and then go and see.
From the corner of my eyes
How vulnerable you looked
Not like a lost child
But more like
Someone who wants to run away from
Things unknown to him.
How I wanted to smoothen your ruffled thoughts.
But in our world
You would not know how to react.
Poor you.
fresh trash!
The cave that is there holding all the black inside.
Looked like there was no place for us.
But we took light in there and saw it shrink.
Making room for us.
And all the light shrunk and died.
And we turned back, black.
my favorite excerpts from On The Road.
They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Whither goest thou, America
Life is life, and kind is kind.
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
You don't die enough to cry.
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